Airport Antics ^

Your mind was still abuzz with everything Greg and Rochelle had revealed thus far that you barely register when you reach the airport. Honestly everything you had just been told: Greg and Jackie's secret lives, the truth of their children, and...

"Hold on, does that mean Jackie is-!?"

"Probably trying to talk your husband into putting a big load in her," Rochelle teased

Dave was having sex with Jackie right now, unprotected. She fought the urge to shiver with arousal. She knew Jackie was very healthy for a woman her age. It was very likely Dave would have no issue getting her pregnant.

"Shit..." You gasp aloud.

"Are you okay, Suzy?" Greg asks, looking over at her in concern.

"Yes, three tickets: One for Ms. Easton, Mr. Saunders, and Mrs. Jones," Rochelle could be heard ordering tickets at the ticket counter.

"I..I think I need to use the restroom. Could you show me where it is, Greg?" You give him a look that implies a very specific need.

"Yes I can."

* * *

"Oooo, yes!" You cry out as Greg's cock pushes inside of you. You could only imagine the sight of you: Skirt pushed up, panties pulled down to your knees, blouse opened so Greg could palm your breasts. For his part Greg had immediately pulled his pants and underwear down in one go, lying at his feet.

"What brought this on, Mrs. Jones?" He teases you by referring to by your married name, starting to give slow, sturdy thrusts.

"You know damn well," you say with an edgy moan, gripping the sink. "Give a good thrust and hold it: I wanna feel how full your balls are."

Greg chuckles at the demand in your voice, but he does so, thrusting hard so he goes all the way inside, his balls pushing against your pussy.

"Goddamn..that full after what you did to Rochelle?" There's an unmistakable tone of shocked arousal in your voice.

He smiles, leans forward and kisses your neck. "I have excellent recovery time." He gives little, speedy thrusts now, coaxing small whines of pleasure from you. "Does the idea I like impregnating women turn you on, or the fact your husband has likely done so to my wife?"

"Yes," you gasp huskily. "The answer is yes to both!" You push your ass back against Greg. "Which means he's ahead of me. I..I wanna be pregnant when I meet him. So get to it, Greg!" You order playfully.

"Yes, Mrs. Jones!" Greg says joyfully, starting to pound harder.

You let out a string of moans, cries, and curses, fully aware people could probably hear you. You didn't care. You were too aroused to be worried, and this was the most free you can ever recall feeling.